There within a fray, a thread dangles forlorn
longing perchance to be free from concrete bonds.
No pull nor tug, though silibant winds cavort
and caress, crazed dancing to a silent tune.
It ponders why this is so, loneliness unbound;
no freedom to express nor life to be seen.
Captive, held by oppressive fray, seen sneering,
taunting, forbidding the thread to dream.
Then, by chance, freedom beckons, a heeded call,
and the thread slips free from earthen bounds,
realizing only when the surface engulfs all that
only in the fray can the thread of life be found.